Window of sight are closed down for a break. Movement of air flowing are reawaken sense of face through ears and the performance of memory are now began.
A man in black-suit is staring at me and my body are suppressing the pressure down for answer the question.
‘My work experience allows me to increase the sales with the team for the company. Focusing on providing quality products and maintaining strong relationships with customers are the goals for career which I have successfully satisfy in previous work area.’
My voice in brain changed to different characters’ dialogue. It all come one by one as playing next song automatically in MP3 player.
‘Thanks for your time. This is the end of interview.’
‘They said wait for the notice. I mean I still have this job. Better than nothing.’
‘You are late for 5 minutes. My time is precious. I will report you on the system. No?! This is your job to deliver food on time.’
‘Doctor is saying this medicine is great for our mom. The price is slight higher than the previous one.’
‘Papa. When can we go out for a family trip again?
‘Friend from mom are saying her friend in England needed workers now.’
Eye opens and white dotted light are flashing over the ceiling where the air comes from. I have switched the lightness of the scan and the time for remain of journey appears in my sight. Feeling soreness that are soaking in my muscle from sitting in a same position longer than usual. My left hand are digging out from the warmthless of the blanket and jacket to coldness air for the side window.
Stolen novel; please report.
As expected, the combination of the orange landscape with the dark-blueish sky are showing sun has not wake up yet. Pulling the window bind down with annoyed attitude of when we arrive. Nothing to do causing me closing my eye again for resting. Watching the bright screen causing me eye drained which need water intake. Water in required water out in toilet. Hate to wake up my next seats neighbor forcing me remain sit.
My soul of view are closing down until there is wheel rolling and stopping noise waking me from the corridor. White light from the ceiling telling me it is time for breakfast and my head slowly raises up to peer the location of trolley. My stomach tells me this meal is optional but my idea of not wasting money forces me rises my eyes and tracking the trolley. When the trolley approaches us gradually, blonde hair and western face are warning me to speak in English. Blood rises up and bumps in rapidly to my brain for thinking of solution.
There is not much time for thinking as the flight attendant comes to ask me with the stopped trolley. She didn’t give a chance to speak as she passes a tray with well-organised container of food to me. My nervousness on the undesired food awaking. Flight attendant passes another tray to my neighbor conveying there is no choices on food. Therefore, opening the kitchen foil with curiously surprisingly idea and it reveals a English breakfast underneath. This is my first attempt on sausage with omelet with my high class cutlery. Looking at my next seats neighbor, there are cutting food and eating bit by bit while my sausage hanging on my fork making me feel embarrassed of my lack of cultural knowledge and manner.
Peeping and following their manner and cutting the sausage and omelet in piece before putting them into my mouth. They are concentrated on their film without seeing my action which pushed back my sourness and shameless from the embarrassment. Lucky there are well-trained passengers next to me for slow demonstration and allowed me finished my meal elegantly until tray has been taken.